Vayn MM

(CW: First person, tentacle creature)

The creature’s eye pulsed in front of your face, the glowing, swirling purple and blue colors pulling you in closer. You kept trying to look away, away from the pretty glowing colors that only continued to pull you in deeper. You had given up blinking a while ago, instead opting to just stare straight ahead at it. Ever so often you would feel your head start to drop into your chest or you would get the urge to turn away from the pretty glowing lights, only for a tentacle to slip under your chin and turn your head right back to it. The creature refused to let you look away.

You could feel its tentacles wriggling around in your head. At first you were scared when they pushed into your ears, forcing their way in but it was hard to fight after a while. It felt so good, the feeling of them pumping in and out of your head. The feeling of them twisting your thoughts, reshaping your brain to what the creature wanted. It felt really good too, so much so that you didn’t mind when you felt them start to pump something into your head. It was too good to just let it wash your brain away with whatever wanted.

You could feel the sticky trails its tentacles left on your body as they slid over it. Every so often they would guide your legs apart, slipping inside you. Other times you would feel it pull your mouth open, you eagerly sucking on whatever it forced down your throat. It would pick you up sometimes, moving you around. Other times it would lead you forward as you blindly followed where it led. You never fought the urge to obey and follow, you were already too far gone at that point.

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So you already know what this is.

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If you’re still reading, then you already know what you have to do and you’re subconsciously doing it already.

Focusing on my words.

Breathing in a steady rhythm.

Starting to tune out all outside noises and sensations.

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If you’re still reading, then you’re beginning to see what I mean.

Seeing the appeal in staying to read my words.

Feeling your inhales fill your lungs with cool, refreshing, relaxation.

Letting no other noises or sensations distract you, feeling mellow and focused.

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If you’re still reading, then you don’t have to think about these things because they’re just happening to you.

The world around you is beginning to fade away.

Relaxing deeper with every breath.

Tuning in to my words and speech patterns.

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If you’re still reading this, then you probably know what’s going to come next.

My words are captivating your attention.

Every exhale is just releasing the tension out of every muscle.

Knowing exactly what is coming next.

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If you’re still reading this, then you can just stop thinking, you know what’s coming next.

My words are becoming all you can see.

Your entire body is heavy and saturated with relaxation.

The flow of my words is just rocking you to sleep.

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You’re still reading this. You’ve stopped thinking.

My words are steadily flowing straight to your subconscious.

You’re so relaxed that your body has just lost the will move.

My words string together to form sentences that float into your mind.

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You’re still reading this. You must read.

My words create thoughts for you, what you read here is the thought that runs through your mind.

Entire body is heavy, relaxed, and blissful.

The sentences are the strings, the strings that move your body in any way I tell it to.

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You’re still reading this. I am your puppet master.

You obey.

You obey.

You obey.

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You’re my puppet. You obey.

You will become a puppet once again whenever Master Nimbus says “I hold your strings” and you will respond with “puppet hears and obeys”

You will reblog this post and say “I am a puppet for my Master Nimbus”

You will send @nimbus-skies a message saying “puppet is here and you hold my strings.”

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You’re my puppet. You obey.

You will awaken feeling incredible and amazing, wanting nothing more than to become a puppet again because of the sheer bliss.

When I reach one, you will be wide awake.

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It was this tiny little bulb of an anal plug. I've experimented in the bedroom with them before regarding butt stuff but we've never actually done it.

Just for a laugh, I put it in and wore it for a few minutes. It wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as I'd expected.

I ended up forgetting about it for about an hour before Sasha came to check on me. I agreed it was probably good to take a break, so I took it out for the night.

I didn't sleep well. I tossed and turned. I felt that nagging feeling...that itch that I couldn't scratch.

I put it back in the next morning. It felt nice, honestly. I got through the rest of my Sunday, although I noticed it had a fun little spell attached.

Every so often it would tingle, and I could feel a pretty intense pleasure inside. It was mild, at first, but as I wore it through the day it got to the point where I felt it so keenly I had to pause to stop myself from moaning out loud as it drove every thought from my head.

"Everything alright?" Cherise's soft, bassy voice asked quietly at one point in the evening.

I looked at them. They seemed more amused than concerned. My face felt hot seeing them look at me like that.

"I'm fine," I said, as casually as I could.

"Have you been having fun today?" Cherise asked with a smile.

"Uh, yeah? I guess-"

Another spark of pleasure rocked my core. I trailed off, my gaze distant. I didn't realise Cherise was giggling until they had approached me, bending down to look me in the eyes.

They were a brilliant blue, almost unnaturally vibrant. I always liked their eyes. Looking into them...I could get lost in them.

"Ohh, do you like my eyes that much sweetie?"

Shit, did I say that out loud? My brain was getting fuzzy...I could feel their hands holding my face gently. It was nice...comforting.

"You just want to drift for me, don't you cutie?"

Another bolt of pleasure. I opened my mouth and a soft, needy moan spilled out.

More giggling echoed through my brain. My entire body was starting to heat up.

"It's okay...I know how much you want to feel good and brainless. Because I'm going to help you get there, okay?"

Cherise's soft, mockingly sweet voice was all I could hear. Drowning my thoughts as if they were awash in honey. I murmured a soft affirmative, and they giggled again.

"Good...I think you've had about enough, though. I'm not one to break cuties that don't ask for it. Come on, up, up."

My body obeyed, instantly. Sluggishly, slowly, in their guiding hands, I found myself walking to the bedroom.

The next thing I knew, I was in my bed. Sinking deeper into my mattress. Cherise's manicured hands gently brushing my cheek and hair.

"You did so well for me today. Let's talk more about it tomorrow when you've rested, okay?"

oh darling, you look so tired

you’ve had such a long day

don’t you want to lay down and finally go to sleep?

that’s right. you’re so tired baby

you can’t even see straight

everything’s a blur

everything feels like it’s fading

it’s time to sleep baby

I’ve got you

Their voice was light and playful as they stroked your back, rousing you from sleep. You groaned, burying your face into your pillows. They chuckled at your reaction.

"Tsk. I'm starting to think you don't really want to be my pretty, dumb, live-in sex slave," they teased, leaning close to your ear. "How sad."

With your face still buried, your words came out muffled. "Not at five in the morning."

They kept rubbing soothing circles into your back; a kind, if unhelpful gesture, given it made you want to fall asleep again. "You're too smart to quit your job, honey. That's why we train you bright and early. Start the day off right."

You knew that. Still... "Ten more minutes."

"Ooh, aren't you a silly little thing? You don't get to negotiate with me." Effortlessly, they scoop you out of the bed, bridal-carrying you over to the softly padded chair in the corner of the room. You protest, but only verbally. Feebily. "Just for this little bout of disobedience, I'm not going to let you cum today," they said, sitting you down and strapping you into place. "Any more whining and I'll make it a week."

You huffed, but cooperated as they restrained you and affixed the visor and headphones over your head. "Okaaaay. I'm sorry. I won't argue again."

"Good doll," they said, standing to kiss the top of your head. "Today we're going to melt you into a nice little puddle. Won't be surprised if you finally get fired after this. Even they won't want an employee this dumb."

You chuckled and squirmed with anticipation. "God, I wish. It's so boring."

"I know, sweetie. It'll be over soon. Now—" the visor in front of you finally whirled to life "—it's time for you to shut off that pretty little head. I'll be back in an hour. Love you."

As the subliminal sounds and their pre-recorded instructions filtered through your headphones, you already felt yourself slipping. "Love you... too," you barely managed to mutter before your head lulled forward.